Song of Solomon 6
1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
Ou menm ki pi bèl fanm pase tout fanm, kote mennaj ou ale? Ki wout ou wè li pran? Nou pral ede ou chache l'.
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mennaj mwen al nan jaden l', kote pyebwa santi bon ap pouse. li al bay mouton l' yo manje. li al ranmase bèl ti flè.
3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Mennaj mwen pou mwen, mwen pou mennaj mwen. li ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan bèl ti flè yo.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Anmòrèz mwen, ou bèl tankou lavil Tisa. Lè m' wè ou sa fè m' plezi tankou lè m' wè lavil Jerizalèm. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Sispann gade m', paske lè ou gade m', ou fè m' pa konn sa m'ap fè. Cheve ou ap danse bò figi ou tankou kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad yo.
6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Wa a gen swasant renn, katreven fanm kay. Pou jenn fi menm, se pa pale.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
Men, pa gen tankou jenn ti pijon mwen an. Li menm ase mwen renmen. Se sèl pitit fi manman l' fè. Se pitit sa a li pi renmen. Lè jenn fi yo wè l', yo di: Gade sa Bondye fè pou ou! Renn yo ak fanm kay yo menm ap fè lwanj li.
10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
Kilès sa a k'ap parèt tankou solèy ki fèk leve? Li bèl tankou lalin, li klere tankou solèy. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
Mwen desann nan jaden zanmann yo pou m' te wè jenn ti plant yo nan fon an, pou m' wè si pye rezen yo ap boujonnen, si pye grenad yo ap fleri.
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Apre sa, m' pa konn sa ki pase m'. M' santi m' tankou yon sòlda sou cha lagè ki anvi al goumen.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
Tounen non, fanm lavil Choulam! Tounen! Tounen non pou n' ka gade ou! Poukisa nou vle gade fanm lavil Choulam lan k'ap danse nan mitan de ran moun?
